#vampire!henry

[liorlen]

more vampire Henry 🙂‍↕️

[philmphobia]

hello!! to my tsh people, i humbly bring you some winterbunny scraps. but!!! vampyre!henry / blood bag bunny scraps. (my favourite). this fic is draining the life outta me, but i wanted to share a snippet. (motivate me, pls. i beg)

anyways, here you go! ⭐️

“He’s a problem.” Bunny spoke calmly. 

Henry was already growing antsy, irritated that Bunny would dare deny him what he wanted for a second more. They were at Henry’s, having come back from an uninspiring lecture of Julian’s. Henry, although he was loath to admit it, couldn’t focus on more than two words Julian strung together at a time. Not with Bunny in the room, always in the corner of his eye. The scent of his blood mingling with the horrid floral scent of Julian’s office, distractingly sweet beneath the surface of his skin, rushing hotly under the puncture wounds just below his collar that hadn’t healed yet.  

Henry had tracked each pull of his collar that Bunny performed, that awful smirk plastered on his face, with twitching eyes. He sat, clutching his far too expensive pen in a bruising grip, his knee bouncing aggressively, counting down the seconds until they were alone. Until now. And Bunny had the fucking audacity to utter another man’s name. 

“Richard is not a problem.” Henry growled. He crowded Bunny, herding him into the kitchen, until he was pressed flush against the counter. Henry made his approach slow, tantalizing. Hungry for the flicker of fear in Bunny’s eyes, cursing when he didn’t get it. Stalking closer, he gripped Bunny’s chin, finger’s indenting those lovely flushed cheeks, forcing their eyes to meet. 

“Focus on me.” 

Bunny just rolled his eyes, exacerbated by Henry’s baser behaviour. He gripped Henry’s wrist almost lovingly, his thumb sweeping back and forth across Henry’s cold skin. “If you don’t think Richard’s a problem,” Bunny’s grip turned hard, ripping Henry’s hand from his face. “Then you aren’t paying attention.”

Henry hissed. “Speak plainly.”

Bunny grinned, awful and knowing. The grin he reserved for when he outsmarted him, which was surprisingly often these days. Henry had grown more and more distracted with each pull from Bunny’s veins he had consumed. It was making him weak and he hated it. 

“If you aren’t careful, he’s going to find out about your little secret.” Bunny lifted a hand to Henry’s mouth, pulling his bottom lip down to reveal a single fang. They had extended mid-lecture, and had been aching ever since for something warm to sink into. 

“He won’t find out.” Henry knew he should be more concerned about this. This was everything he had fought to keep hidden. His entire educational career relied on this knowledge staying privy. But he was too far gone. He needed to feed, desperately. Maybe then the fear would sink in. He gripped the counter, either side of Bunny’s hips and dipped his head low to nose at Bunny’s throat. 

Bunny responded with an unimpressed hum and Henry shivered as he felt the vibrations beneath his lips. Bunny gripped the back of Henry’s neck, hard. His thumb digging into Henry’s pulse point where his pulse lay limp and dead. 

Henry hated how much he needed this. He hated how unwilling Bunny was to give it. He hated how he would do just about anything for that burst of flavour that could only be described as something purely Edmund, how it was enough to blow his pupils wide, enough to pull that base groan from his throat, to make his hands grab and pull. Enough to make him weak. Henry Winter is not weak. Has never been weak.

But that lethargic pump of blood behind Bunny’s pale blotchy skin is enough to make his knees buckle. The ruddy blush that blooms across Bunny’s cheeks and chest and ears, whenever Henry gets this close, close enough to taste, forces Henry to bite his tongue. The sickly blue veins that run thickly down Bunny’s footballer’s forearms, as Bunny's hands roam across Henry’s stomach is enough to make him beg for it. 

“Please, Bunny.” Henry begs. He will hate himself later for it, but even he is not infallible. 

Bunny’s chuckle gives Henry brief visions of snapping the boy’s neck, before the rising rush of blood creeping up his neck makes him think better of it. Henry crept his hands up into Bunny’s golden curls, gripping and tugging the way he knew Bunny liked. He let out a breath of relief when he felt Bunny’s head go limp in hands, knowing he was ever closer to giving in. 

“What will you give me in return, old boy?” Bunny’s voice was breathless, a little needy and if Henry still had a pulse he would surely feel it pick up in speed.

“Anything,” he said, too quickly. “Name it and it’s yours.”

Henry drew back to see Bunny’s sweet smile, his eyes closed, head lolling in Henry’s loving, bruising grasp.

 “Okay.”

Feeling his emotions stutter, Henry pressed their foreheads together. Bunny’s eyes opening to meet Henry’s. 

“Yes?” Henry asked, needing to be sure. 

“Yes.” Bunny breathed the word, like salvation, his breath fanning over Henry’s lips. Henry couldn’t take it any longer, he surged forward to kiss him. A reward. Although Henry wasn’t sure if was rewarding himself or Bunny. The curve of Bunny’s lips beneath his own, curling up into a smile made Henry’s hollow heart soar. He valiantly fought the urge to bite Bunny’s lip and feed from whatever trickles his plush lips would offer. But they had agreed, nowhere the other’s could see.

Groaning at having to part with Bunny’s mouth, Henry lowered his mouth to the unpunctured side of Bunny’s neck. Tracing his nose over the pulse point, dragging his tongue over it to feel the rapid pumping. With his fingers still buried in Bunny’s cornfield curls he tilted the boy’s neck, giving him more access. Bunny’s hands roved up his stomach, up to his chest until he was clutching at the material at Henry’s chest. 

“Fucking, come on, Henry.” 

He didn’t have to be told twice. He sunk his teeth in, deep. Relishing in the ripping sound of Bunny’s flesh parting and the sweet shocked yelp that Bunny lets out.

[sinthehobbit]

Deadly Game of Cat and Mouse

Henry x fem!reader (Mrwhatis!Henry)

Fanfic

Words: 1,396

Tw: vampire!Henry | vampire!reader | mention of killing (nothing too graphic!)

Chapter one: the day you were changed.

It was a cold October night, the breeze was just right and all the kids just got done getting candy. You were on my way back to work when a strange man came up to you out of nowhere. “Hello sweetheart.” he said sweetly, as he took a step towards you. “You know it’s dangerous walking alone at night, someone can just come up and grab you.” he added, as he took another step closer to you. You just laughed and said “thanks, i’ll keep that in mind.” but as you were about to turn and leave you felt something sinking into your neck and two strong arms wrapping themselves around you. You tried to scream but nothing came out. Then shortly after your whole world turned black. You were only seventeen around that time, just got a job to help your mom out and just started to be a young adult but that was all taken from you when the strange man bit you.

But you woke up in your bed with no memory of what happened. All you felt was dizziness and you felt sick to your stomach. You were also hungry, starving and you smelt something sweet, almost delicious. The smell started to grow more and more and it was overpowering. “{your name}, are you in there?” you heard your mom ask. “Yeah, I am.” you said, trying to ignore how good she smells. But she just had to open up your bedroom door, you couldn't stop yourself. You were too hungry. All you remember is sinking your teeth into her and watching life slip out of her eyes. It sickened you, made you feel ugly. But god did her blood taste great tho. But after you did that, you ran. You ran away like a coward. You ran until you couldn't run anymore, you hated myself for what you did to your mom, she was the only family that you had and you took her out because you were not able to control your hunger.

Your whole body was shaking and your mind was racing, you wanted to forget the look in her eyes. The pure terrier and fear as her only daughter was taking her life from her, just playing in your mind like a horror movie you couldn't look away from. You looked down at your hands which was still painted in her crimson red. You started to wrap them on your pants, trying to get the red off but it just stayed. Reminding you what you have done. Like it was laughing at you, mocking you almost. You had to get to clean it off of you before you lost your head, so you started to walk over to one of your closest friend’s house, trying to stay in the shadows so no one would see a seventeen year old girl covered in blood.

You knocked on his trailer’s door, hoping, praying that he was home. “Hey, woah what happened to you?” he asked you, as he opened up the door. “Eddie, i’ll tell you i just need to get cleaned up.” you told him, as you looked up to him. ”alright, I'll find you one of my shirts to get changed into.” he told you, as he stepped aside to let you in. You walked up his trailer's stairs and walked inside. Making your way to the bathroom.

once you were in the bathroom, you stood in front of the mirror, staring at yourself in it. “Hey, i found a black sabbath suit that you can put on and some old pj pants as well.” Eddie said, as he stood behind the bathroom door. You wrapped the tears off your face. “Thanks, Eddie.” you said, trying not to sound like you weren't just bawling your eyes out. You opened up the bathroom door so he could put the clothes down. “Of course, {nickname}” he said, as he put the clothes down. “I’ll just be in the kitchen, are you hungry?, you were going to make me something.” he asked , as he stood in the doorframe. “No, I'm good, thanks Eddie.” you told him. He stuck his hand out and messed with your hair. “Anytime, doll.” Then he turned and went to the kitchen.

You shut the bathroom door again and hop into the shower, washing all the blood off of you. The hot water ran off your body bringing the crimson with it. You closed your eyes as you ran your hands through your hair, trying to breathe again. Her last words echoed through your head. “{your name}, why?”

As you were getting done with your shower, you heard another voice, a familiar voice started to try and talk to you. “Ah, so that's what you’re thinking.” his voice cut through your mother’s voice, booming in your head like thunder in a strom. “What do you want?’ you asked him. “What i can’t check in on my favorite snack.” he said, with a laugh that bounced off the walls in your head. “Get out, i don’t want to talk to you. You made me kill my mother.” you said, turning off the water and stepping outside the shower. “I made you do no such thing, love. That was all you and only you.” he told me. “But yeah, i’ll leave you for now. Until nice time my dear.” he adds, before your head went quiet again.

You got dressed and wrapped a towel around your hair. You left the bathroom and walked into the kitchen when Eddie was at. “Hey.” you said, as you took a sit at the table that was still covered in his DnD project. “Hi, do you feel better now?” he asked you as he finished making the food. “Yeah, i do. Thank you.” you said, as you looked at over at all his DnD toys that he made. “Like them?” he asked as he handed you a bowl of the food he was making. “Yeah, they're cool and thank you.” you said, as you looked up at him. The food smelt awful and looked disgusting, but you tried to eat it. But the taste was worse. It made you sick to your stomach. But you just pushed pass it. You put your bowl down once you were done eating, trying not to show how sick you were. Eddie noticed, he always noticed. “Hey, are you doing okay?” He asked you, putting his bowl down and moving closer to you. He smelt just like your mom, but more sickening. He smelled of cigarettes, whiskey. Jack Daniels whiskey to be exact and something else, something more strong.

But you just bit the inside of your cheek and just nodded. “Are you sure?” he asked, looking at you. “Yeah, I'm sure.” you said, with a nod. “I just got some stuff to tell you.” you told him, as you looked at him. “A lot of stuff happened and now I need to stay here, or somewhere more secure.” you added, as you started to relax and tell him what happened to your mom and what happened to you as well.

“You're a vampire, that's hot.” Eddie said, as he was walking back and forth. “Eddie.” you said, laughing. “But yeah, I guess I'm a vampire. But do you know anything about changing me back? ” yoi asked, letting out a nervous laugh. Eddie stopped mid-step and turned to look at me. “You think, I know how to change you back?” Eddie asked, looking down at you. “Yeahh??” you said, looking up at him. “Well, you are correct.” He tells you, as he walks over to the table and grabs one of the many books that laid on the table. “Okay, so this has some stuff in it. I found it in my mom's stuff awhile ago.” He tells me, as he opens up the book.

He showed me a spell. “This one might work as well but it sounds like it will be painful, so nevermind.” he said, as he looked at another spell. “What about this one?” you asked, as you looked at a spell. “It doesn't sound that bad.” you added, as you looked over at him. He looked down at it, “I mean we can try it, if you really want to.” he tells you, as he starts to look for the stuff y'all would need.

[crownedinlove]

OMG BABIES FIRST WIP WEDNESDAY I HOPE I AM DOING THIS RIGHT 👀🤍 (thank you so much to @andromedaskies for the tag ❤️🥺)

Okay so I have SO MANY WIPS because who doesn’t but let’s have fun and throw out something from my Vampire!Henry and Human!Vessel!Alex where Henry goes to a party with Alex and ends up “kidnapping” (saving) the clans most precious and loved vessel. It’s called Mine Before I Knew You and it literally has been an idea of mine for AGES.

—

“Henry…” Alex finally says in the softest voice. After the lull of their laughter just moments ago.

His big brown eyes find him, and Henry knows—knows with a certainty older than his immortality—that those eyes will be his undoing.

Not the centuries his lived.

Not the humans whose years he stole because he did not know how to starve rather than steal.

This man.

His eyelashes that are miles long and then some.

The way he says Henry’s name like it’s Henry’s own personally undoing.

The personality he sees more and more each passing day. Of whit, charm, and fullness.

“Yes, my love?” Henry breathes, already moving, already halfway risen from where he kneels beside his mate. “Are you hungry? Do you need anything? Tell me and I’ll—”

He’ll what?

Tear the world open?

Burn cities?

Slaughter every person who has made this man feel less like sunshine?

Alex shakes his head. His fingers twist in the blanket in his lap.

He looks down, then up again, and Henry feels something inside his chest pull tight—tight enough that if he still had a heartbeat, it would stutter.

And Henry waits.

Waits for words he’s sure with Alex’s strength being back have been forming on his tongue:

I don’t want to be here anymore.

You scare me.

This is too much.

Henry braces for it. He would take it. He would kneel and take it and thank him for the mercy of honesty.

But instead—

Alex’s mouth opens. His throat works.

“You saved my life,” he says, voice unsteady but sure. “And I don’t think I’ve ever actually told you thank you.”

—

Again hope I did this right. Bully me if I didn’t. (Please don’t I’m fragile)

[thiswasinevitable-rwrb]

Salt Follows the Moon - Red, White, & Royal Blue | vampire!Henry - ch. 77!

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Alex woke to a bed of dogs whereas Henry moved between the closet and bathroom. When he noticed Alex awake, he sat on the bed and kissed Alex’s shoulder. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Alex shifted a little more on his side to see him better. “Horses?”

Henry nodded. “I should be back before lunch. I already walked the dogs.”

Alex blinked sleepily. “Thank you.”

He felt Henry’s lips on his temple, pressing two kisses there before he said, “I love you.”

Alex’s hand gently caught Henry’s cheek, redirecting him to kiss his mouth. Satisfied, he returned, “Love you, baby. Be safe.”

[cardierreh15]

The Stranger

A lil’ sumn, sumn just in time for spooky szn my dears 😩🧡 enjoy.

**I do not give anyone permission to repost and/or copy my work!!!

Warnings 18+: Cursing , Blood , Cutting & Stabbing with claws , Non-Con Sex , Full Nelson Position?? (I think lol) , Biting , Oral (Female Recieving) , Praising Kink , Breeding , Kidnapping .

Pairing: Vampire!August x Maria(Black!Plus Size Female)

Description: August has a lil fun with his food. 😋

Word Count: 2.9K

Song: Eat Your Young by Hozier

They’re having sex in a graveyard. Thought I’d make that clear. Basically: Dead Dove Do Not Eat

The woman wheezed as she rested her hands on her knees; trying her damnedest to breathe, but the cold air burned in her chest. Doubled over, she coughed hard before slowly inhaling through her nose and then out through her mouth. Standing up straight, her lips trembled as the winter’s air embraced her in a deadly hold.

‘Home, just— try to get home.’ she muttered to herself as she wrapped her torso up in her own arms. It had seemed as if she were walking for ages now, but at least she caught her breath. ‘Home… just…almost there.’ she shivered.

Run, girl, run. A dark essence whispered through a cool breeze, heart sinking into the pit of her gut as a familiar dark laughter followed suit.

‘Stop!’ she cried out, placing both hands over her ears as she started running again. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to focus on pure thoughts. ‘This— *huff* has to be— *huff huff* a nightmare!’ Suddenly, she tripped over a branch, tumbling and rolling until her weight betrayed her; head colliding with something cool and hard. Vision blurred and disoriented, she let out a pained groan as she weakly reached out, ‘Mmmmhhhff.’

Whimpering out, she felt something wet and warm trickling down the side of her face. Dragging her weight across the cool, dewy dirt and grass. ‘Please… please,’ she begged; placing her hands on the tombstone while struggling to pull herself to her feet. ‘Please just— leave me alone!’ she called out, her knees buckling as she stood up straight.

‘Hahah, and what’s the fun in that?!’

Heart ramming in her chest, her breathing had become shallow, the lump in her throat growing painful. ‘Who— why do you follow me?! Why can’t you just leave me alone?!’ she broke out in a hysterical sob, words inaudible. ‘Please! I have nothing to offer you— I can’t— I can’t…’

It grew quiet for a moment. Only the sound of the wind dancing through the trees and the dead leaves scraping against the ground filled the air. Suddenly, when safety seemed sure, she got wrapped up in a tight embrace. A cold hand covered her lips as she began squeal into the stranger’s flesh. The stranger grinned darkly as the woman flayed her arms and legs around.

‘Tag. I've got you now!’

He snickered, turning her around to get a good look at her. She was ravishing! Full puckered lips, gray eyes that made her tears resemble a rainy day. Her skin, soft and silky like raw honey. She was almost too pretty to eat. But he’d always been the type to play with his food.

Grabbing her jaw, his pointy nails gently stabbed at her flesh. She tried to let out a shriek but he placed his index finger against her full lips, ‘aht, Aht, — that’s not a smart idea sweet pea. He grinned, ‘Scream, and I’ll slit your throat ok? Give me a nod if you understand.’

The woman’s frightened eyes stared up into his bright blue irises that shone in the darkness, resembling that of the deepest depths of the ocean. She nodded hesitantly, never taking her eyes off of him.

‘Mmm, that’s a good girl. You are awfully pretty.’ He cooed, dragging his claw down the side of her face. ‘I would have hated to kill you before I've had my fun.’ he grinned; salivating at the thought of her being his personal blood bag.

‘Now, you’re going to do whatever I say… alright?’

The woman nodded again, a single tear falling down her face. She was freezing! It wouldn’t have been a shock if her tears turned into icicles at this point.

He brought her head towards him, gently sniffing at the open wound she’d created from her dance with the ground earlier. ‘Mmm,’ he hummed in delight. ‘So sweet,’he said, before licking up the blood that dripped down the side of her face.

She was stiff as a board, unable to move from the shock that coursed through her body. There was no way this was truly happening. No, no this had to be some kind of nightmare. Shutting her eyes tightly, whispering, ‘it’s just a dream, wake up Maria, it’s just a dream—‘

His thunderous laugh ripped through the air. ‘Are you sure about that princess? Seems real enough to me.’ He cooed in her ear as he pushed her thick hair behind her ear and ran his claw down her cheek, leaving behind a simple cut. She started to cry once again.

‘Awww, shhhh —don’t cry princess,’ he said as he wiped her tears away with the pad of his thumbs. ‘Everything will be over soon. And, if you behave, I might just let you go. All you have to do… is be a good girl.’

Maria swallowed her sticky spit and nodded once again, letting out a shaky sigh. She was willing to do anything if it meant for her to live.

‘Wh— what will you have me do?’

He smirked as his eyes flickered from her face to her breasts. ‘Well,’ with just a quick swipe of his finger, he tore the fabric of her shirt with his pointy nail. His eyes immediately landing on her silky brown skin, his fangs tingling at the thought of sinking them in that supple flesh.

‘Ah!’ she gasped, instantly wrapping her own arms around her body to conceal it. ‘Wh—‘ she backed up slowly until she tripped and fell back against a stone. ‘Oof!’ she whimpered, looking up at him. ‘H-here?! Now?’ she looked around as she quivered. ‘It’s cold! And we’re in a graveyard! Have you no respect for the dead?!’

‘Oh honey… haven’t your parents taught you not to assume?’ his smirk never faltered as he stood above her, glaring down at her like a hawk stalking its prey. ‘I am… the dead.’ His fangs seemed to appear out of nowhere! They were massive, frightening and white. Very distinguishable even with nights as dark as these. She stared up at him in fear as he reached down and lended her his hand.

‘Up…’ he commanded.

Maria swallowed her spit once again and placed her hand in his before he whisked her up to her feet in a fast motion. He pressed her against his chest, listening as her heart hadn’t ceased to keep its fast pace. ‘Why were you hiding that pretty body from me huh?’ he said, running his tongue over his fangs.

‘B-because I don’t know you! You’re a stranger! A monster!’

The stranger chuckled and backed her up against a tall tombstone. Her back was pressed flush against the coolness. ‘Alright,’ he placed his hand against the stone, ‘My name is August… there, am I still a stranger?’ He drug his pointy nail down the hill and the valley of her breasts, down her tummy until he rested it beneath her button to pop it.

‘I mean… no… I guess. B-but you’re still a monster!’ She bit back.

‘Oh really? Why… that’s not very nice.’ he chuckled, ‘You’re scared of me… aren’t you princess?’ he asked, popping the button to bring the zipper down. She jumped at the sudden flick before giving him a hesitant nod.

‘Good, you should be.’ he said before grabbing her wrist and swiftly turning her around and pinning her against the stone. ‘I’m not gonna hurt you… yet,’ he whispered softly in her ear. Something so sweet, like a lullaby. ‘Just—want a little taste,’ August added as he got down on his knees and pulled her jeans down to her ankles.

‘Wha—?!’ Her panties followed soon after.

‘What are you doing?! Stop!’ She tried to move but he grabbed her thighs and held it in a tight grip. ‘Aah!’ she yelped out at the sudden pain. His claws dug into her cool flesh. ‘I told you to be a good girl! Move again, and I will crush your femur!’

‘Ughh,’ she cried out in pain. ‘Please! Just let me go! I promise I won’t tell anyone!’

‘Well you may not make it out of here to tell anyone sweetheart. We might as well have a little fun huh?’

Maria’s bottom lip trembled before she sucked it between her teeth to keep from wailing like a wraith. But instead, she utter a sound.

‘Attagirl,’ he grinned as he released his grip on her skin, ‘Now… sit still,’ he said before inhaling the scent of her core. ‘Mmmm,’ he let out a guttural growl, stretching his neck and pressing the flattened tongue against her womanhood.

‘Ooh!’ Maria’s mouth fell open as a chill slid down her spine. She could feel her knees growing numb as his tongue assaulted her clit with a vengeance. If she were going to die, at least her last few moments would be of her experiencing a one in a lifetime moment. Fucking a monster.

August lifted her thigh as he flicked his tongue over her glorious abyss and her sensitive nub. ‘Mmmm,’ he hummed before pulling away for a second. ‘Fuuuuck, you’re delicious,’ he pressed a kiss on her inner thigh before he sank his teeth into her soft flesh.

‘AAAAAAH!’ she yelped out, startled by him biting into her. Maria looked down between her legs. ‘You said you weren’t going to hurt me!!!’ she whined out.

August licked at her punctured, swollen skin before placing a kiss on it, ‘Oh relax, baby girl. It’s just a love bite. You’ll be fine.’ He chuckled before his tongue was met with her pussy once again. Such a hungry lover he was.

‘Ooooh! Dear God! That feels sooo fucking good!’ Her head fell back as her fingers gripped at the tombstone. She subconsciously began to grind her hips against his face and reached behind her to grab a hand full of his thick dark hair. His face was just a seat for her at this point. And he didn’t mind it either.

A gasp ripped through her chest as her groin began to tighten as she grew closer to her orgasm. ‘Aaah! FUCK!’ She felt as if the world were crumbling beneath her feet.

August smiled softly as she came in his mouth unreluctantly. She was so warm on his tongue. He could stay here forever if she allowed it. Pulling away from her pussy, he bit into her other thigh. Hissing at the sudden pain, Maria gritted her teeth together and just bore it.

He bit her thighs, over and over again, as if trying to mark his territory. He stood up, peppering sweet kisses against her shoulder, and then her neck. ‘My, my— you are so delicious.’

Maria was lost in a world of pure bliss. The way he touched her, the way his cool lips danced across her now burning flesh— she felt like she was in heaven; or perhaps, hell.

‘How do you feel?’ August asked as his nose nuzzled comfortably behind her ear, in her braids.

‘Am I— am I dead?’ She whispered.

He chuckled darkly before grabbing her face once again as he leaned in for a kiss. ‘Not yet princess.’

Her now hooded, lust ridden eyes stared up at him as her lips parted gently, ready to embrace his frost bitten lips in a warm kiss. Once their lips met, it was as if she’d taken ecstasy. She never felt like this before on behalf of the lips of a man. Could it be the venom on this tongue?

The more her lips indulged on his taste, the more hooked she became. Plus, she kind of liked being able to taste herself on his tongue.

He broke the kiss and looked down at her with a twinkle in his eye. Hmm, he might need her after all. But he immediately pushed those thoughts to the side and walked over to a gravestone. August unzipped his pants and pushed them down along with his boxers.

Maria’s mouth fell open in shock and partly in fear when she saw that monster spring free from the prison of his pants. How was that thing going to fit inside of her?! She’s probably had sex only a handful of times in her life. It wasn’t at the top of her To-Do list either. So it was safe to say, she was scared.

‘Don’t be afraid princess. I promise I’ll be gentle,’ he gave her a devious smirk as he motioned his sharp claw towards himself. Her head fell forward, ashamed. Once in his grasp, he spun her around so her ass was facing him. August scooped her up effortlessly with a carnivorous grin on his face.

‘Whoa—‘ she gasped as she wrapped one arm around his neck for stability as he sat down on the destroyed grave.

August lowered her down on his dick. Thanks to the blood intake, he was standing at full attention and was ready to take advantage of this moment with her.

Maria hissed, digging her nails into his shoulder as the intrusive member basically split her in half. But the pain was blissful. He was filling her out the way she deserved, the way she needed.

‘Uhhh. Damn baby girl. You are so fucking tight.’ He lifted her thigh, hooking his arm beneath her knee and using his right knee to keep her leg up. He dug his sharp claws into her flesh. His other arm lay draped across her belly in a tight hold. This way, he was able to move her body up and down just the way he wanted.

The curvaceous woman threw her head back as he took full control of her body. And the way that he used her felt so good.

‘August! Please!’ she begged before she grit her teeth together, ‘Augh!! Fuck yes!’

‘That’s good baby? Damn, you take this dick so fucking well. Such a good girl for me!’ He let out an animalistic grunt, still bouncing her body but now adding in his own thrusts.

With the two frictions coming together to make one, Maria could feel her fragile human body begin to betray her. She breathed in short breaths, the cold air burning at her chest as she did so.

‘Ooh!’ With August’s fleeting movements, Maria thought she was seeing stars. The grip she had on the upright headstone was so tight, she split her nails.

August howled as his grip on her thigh grew a bit tighter. His nails finally pierced the skin and he drew a little bit of blood. But Maria was far too gone to even pay attention to the pain. August landed multiple slaps on her inner thigh as he reached between her thighs with his free hand and began to rub at her erected clit. He picked up his thrusts, ‘Fuuu—‘

Maria’s head fell forward, her mouth falling open in a big “O” as she watched his strong hand go to work on her clit. ‘Ohhh shit!’ Her bite ridden thighs began to shake as he handled her like a $2 whore.

‘Yeaaaah? You’re gonna cum aren’t you? I can feel it. I can feel you throbbing… that pretty pussy just begging for a release.’

‘Uh huuuuh!’ She whimpered out.

He thrusted harder, faster. Her cries grew louder as he abused her pussy with purpose. With the way she was wailing, someone would say this graveyard was haunted! ‘C’mon princess,’ he gritted his teeth, ‘Come on! Give it to me!’

Maria’s toes curled in her shoes as he plowed into her as if he were trying to explore new realms. She felt the numbness creep up her neck, and now she felt like she couldn’t breathe. This didn’t feel like a common orgasm. It felt euphoric but she felt as if he’d snatched her soul.

August let out a sinister laugh. ‘Oh you sweet thing. You don’t even know what to do with yourself!,’ he cooed teasingly before he grabbed her face. He opened his mouth to welcome her in another kiss. He allowed her tongue to slither between his teeth. And with just a gentle bite, he pierced the muscle.

She whined out in pain, squirming in his embrace as she bled into his mouth. Once he broke the kiss, she laid her head back lazily against him as he had his way with her. She’d lost a lot of blood now because of him. Her body felt completely numb and at this point, he was just using her like a doll. She couldn’t feel much anymore. All she could taste was iron, and hear his desperate grunts over the sounds of the night. Her eyes filled with tears as she knew what was to come of her.

‘Ugh. Fuck, you’d be the perfect mother for my children,’ he snarled out, his teeth clenched as he felt his member throb within her. ‘Sooo, fucking warm princess.’

Maria’s eyes grew wide as a tear slid down the side of her face. She couldn’t find the strength to speak! It was a miracle she was even alive! So she just laid limply on him.

His hand cupped at her bruised up thigh as he rammed his hips faster, coaxing and milking his own nut out of him, ‘Aaah. Fuuuck!’ His balls squeezed as he shoved his member deep inside of her, kissing at her warm cervix.

Used like a whore, Maria just laid there in his hold. Just waiting for her demise. She barely blinked as she felt it would be her last.

August let out a sigh before he laid her on top of the flat gravestone. He stood up, putting himself together. ‘Aww don’t play dead on me baby girl. You’ve proved to be a lot more useful than I thought.’ With the “warmth” of his embrace gone, she laid curled up on that cold stone shivering. She was mute.

‘You’re gonna be staying with me for awhile,’ he said before effortlessly scooping her up in his arms before he began to walk into the darkness of the night.

Her eyes were heavy… and she was growing cold by what had seemed to be the minute. ‘Sl—sleeep,’ she muttered out in pain.

Sleep my princess… for you will be my Queen once you’ve awakened.

[sillyrabbit81]

The Pull Masterlist

The Pull (Complete)

Vampire!Henry x Rowena OFC

Summary: Alternative Universe. Vampire!Henry. Henry, Crown Prince of the Vampires is avoiding his responsibilities because of his mothers fate. When Henry finds his mate, the circumstances are eerily similar to his mother’s. Rather than risking his mates life, Henry chooses to run, but can he run from his fate?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25

Bonus Chapter Werewolf!Alexander Skarsgard x OFC

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Unexpectedly Bitten Masterlist

Vampire!Henry Cavill x Reader

Summary: Your ex gets into some trouble with Vampires, and his mistakes lead the bloodsuckers back to you. After seeing you, one vampire gets a little attached and he’s taking his time deciding what he plans to do with you, but whatever it is, you’re not afraid. In fact, you might just be a little attached to him too.

Warnings: cursing, smut, violence. (Count on spelling mistakes or repeating words too often. it’s very likely.)

This is a Vampire!Henry x Reader story where each chapter, while chronological, is bits of different conversations or events during the course of their evolving relationship.

Part 1: When Idiots Make Deals

Part 2: Guest

Part 3: Nighttime Activities

Part 4: Heartbeat

Part 5: Forty-Eight Hours 

Part 6: Out of Time

Part 7: Change (End)